Farmer laughed “I'm old, can't do her much good but what makes you think I haven't already”? They laughed loudly, Beau said “have you”? Farmer...grinned “yes I have but don't dare say anything about it”. Beau clapped his hands saying “good”! Beau's cell vibrated as Farmer left him, he pulled it out reading that the TV was initialized and in a second he saw it loading. In a minute he opened the microphone and heard them chatting then turned on the camera viewing them. He saw the Cable man on his. Stepping onto the embroidered throw rug he walked over to a chair and grabbed the clothes he had laid out the night before. To avoid disturbing any of the sleepers he dressed as quietly as possible putting on everything except his boots. He then grabbed his watch from the dark oak night table and glanced at the time. It was five forty-five am. Stretching his arms he yawned, bent over to grab his boots and then moved slowly through the door. His growling stomach reminded him he had to attend to. The apartments they lived at had two pools, one at their backdoor. They lived on the bottom floor. Maria looked stunning in her bikinis. Her cheeky bottoms did not leave much room for the imagination and her ample breasts revealed her rounded 34Ds. Ben could not keep his eyes off her and Jake subtly observed this. Dark sunglasses help. Maria and Ben flirted with each other to Jake’s delight. At one stage Maria came in to get a couple of drinks when Jake happened to be in the kitchen getting. ..you fucker!!" groaned the sprawled slut, "Cum! Cum inside meeee!" And as she screamed for climax, Jack used the remote and focused the camera on Travis' bloated testicles, the hairy, dark pouch visibly churning and expanding to the size of a plump apple. This was the power, the potency of this black man – the sheer volume of semen these monstrous nuts could deliver! He had seen it so many times, whether unleashed up inside his wife's gripping cunt, or deftly dumped down her throat. The stud.